HPOV (Hayley, not Bella)

I was packing my bags, getting ready to go back home, we'd been on the Brand Nee Eyes tour for the past couple. I missed being home. I missed my friends, my family, and the Tennessee air. Everything about it, just the fact it had been my home, along with California for the last 22-25 years. A light knock on my bedroom door made me turn towards the sound, summoning the person to enter, it was Emma. She had distant look on her face, she wasn't herself. I would have asked why but she just shoved the phone into my hand before quickly walking out the room like a bat out of hell. I couldn't let it distract me.

"Hello?" I said into the receiver.

"Ms. Williams?" an unfamiliar voice asked.

"Speaking," I said, now cautious.

"Hello, Ms. Williams, this is David Attenborough speaking, I work for Fueled by Ramen. I have been asked by the managing director to let you know that your band, Paramore's income was below the amount expected especially you just having released a new album. According our records the fault is not yours; it turns out that not enough concerts were booked for you this year. I'm led to believe you're in England at the moment, am I correct?" I made uh-huh sound. "Right then it would appear both time and money efficient if we did your remaining concert in England then. We're missing three concerts. Charging roughly £23 per tickets and let's say 6,000 people turn up on each night that would make £138,000 altogether pushing your total income to more than 36% of what you were expected to make at a minimum!" he voice rising an octave higher with each word he spoke.

"Um, three concerts? I'm not sure we can make that happen, Josh and Zac, out lead guitarist and drummer, were planning on flying back to the States tonight. It's way too late to find replacements for them." I said growing more agitated with each word.

"Ms. Williams, I'm sorry but you really have no choice. The label is going through a few budget cuts and we have to drop a few bands that currently aren't as successful as we'd hoped and it would be a shame to see your band go down the drain. It appears you are by far our most popular band but unfortunately this year, maybe due to the fact that you've been writing you latest record, you are behind on sales. These concerts could really boost your total sales. If you can't I understand but I'm not sure the label will..." he drifted off, making clear the decision was our and that we knew the full consequences.

"We'll do." I said hastily. This band meant a lot to the guys and me. If we get dropped it would leave them stranded, I had Katy but the band was all they had, and not to sound conceited, but I could have made it as a solo artist.

"Are you sure?" he didn't even wait for me answer before speaking again. "That's great Ms. Williams. The dates are up to you so long as it's before December 21st which is when our offices close for the holidays. The income totals are shipped off the Atlantic Records on the 20th so anytime before then would be wonderful!" he now sounded like a child in a candy store.

"That's wonderful, thank you. Bye bye." I said as I hung up.

Later that night I explained the situation to the band, I told Emma and Aidan separately. They were the n◦ 1 priority. No one came before them. I would quit the band in a heartbeat if they'd asked me, although I'd hoped they wouldn't; this band was one of the few things that brought me joy in this sorry excuse of a life.

To say Josh was unhappy was an understatement. He blew up. He shouted, screamed and screamed meanwhile all of us stared. No one moved, no one said a word. We let him get out of his system. He went on about how his plans for Christmas were ruined. How the "stupid label" had perfect timing. I couldn't help the tears that came to my eyes. Josh was being the most selfish, arrogant, jerk right now. Did he not think everyone wanted to get home? Did he think I didn't miss my family? My mother, my sisters, my father? This was not the Josh I knew and loved. He hadn't been for months now. Taylor was the first to notice the tears streaming down my face. Without a word he pulled me into his arm, which was all it took for my shoulders to start shaking violently and excruciating sobs to freely leave my chest.

TPOV (Taylor)

That seemed to stop him. I really felt like hitting Josh right now. Was he really that blind? Was he so oblivious that he couldn't see that his constant mood swings were slowly tearing us apart, that they were slowly splitting the band in half?

He stopped shouting when the illusion faded, my arms no longer held Hayley Nichole Williams, in her place was Isabella Marie Swan. That was about the only thing that was different; she still sobbed. Each sob piercing my heart. He no longer looked angry, just... bored. That was the only way to put it. His face held no emotions, it was like a mask, it was clear he'd worn this one before, I just never experienced it. If only he'd trained his eyes to do the same thing. His face said nothing but his eyes told a whole different story. Raw, unleashed pain was all that filled his eyes. I guess he wasn't used to Hayley turning to me for comfort. He was always the one she turned to when she was upset. Lately she hadn't been doing that as much. I wonder why, I thought sarcastically.

JPOV

Taylor, she went to Taylor. Not me, Taylor. It wasn't hard to see I'd been replaced. I'm her best friend; I'm the one she turns to. Or at least I thought I was. You can't expect her to turn to you if you're the one making her upset the same smug voice called.

It wasn't me who had made her upset. She'd been upset since yesterday afternoon Zac and I walked into the door to find Jeremy, Taylor and Hayley on the couch, dry tears down her face. She looked up and at the sight of us she ran to her room. The guys refused to say why. At I know where their loyalties stand. I thought to myself. I don't know why she was upset, why she was hurt, but I do intend to find out.

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